Saturday, August 31, 2013

Crossing The...

He walked into the boardroom as if he owned the place, scanning the room before sitting down. Everything about him bespoke a sexual being, nothing held back, up close and personal - take me or leave me. He glanced at me when the boss introduced, acknowledging me with a slight nod.

I was instantly attracted to him, right to my core; my body tensed and my heart began pounding inside my chest. My reaction came as a shock to me. Why? I'm not gay nor bisexual, and had never been attracted to another male. I'm just an average, horny, straight man.

We chatted during the morning meeting, setting up schedules and outlining what we expected from one another. The entire time I was trying to hide my arousal, going so far as to cover my lap with my jacket. I had to do something about my infatuation and I had to do it now, there was no way I was going to walk around with a raging hardon for this entire project.

Following the morning meeting I decided to slip out for lunch. My thoughts were all over the map. Why did I want this guy, and what was it about him that just seemed to 'blow my mind'? Was I sure I wanted him sexually, what would he do if I approached him? This last question seemed almost more important than the others, what if I approached him and he freaked out, what if he decided to quit the project, what if he hit me for 'coming on to him'?

I sat looking at my uneaten food, my stomach churning along with my mind. I wasn't even sure if I could actually do this, this thing that I wanted to do or at least thought I wanted to do. Leaving my food on the table I paid the server and left the restaurant. I decided to go for a walk before heading back to the office, to try to clear my head.

I tried to weigh the pros and cons of the situation. It didn't matter, any which way I looked at it, I wanted this guy, and I wanted to experience him; whether it would be a one time event or lead to something more, I wasn't sure but I wanted him just the same.

I returned to the office to finish up the day. I tried to keep my mind on work but it was almost impossible, we were working side by side and I was becoming more and more aroused and increasingly nervous.

At the end of the day I lingered, watching him, while getting my stuff ready to go home. Instead of leaving the building he took the elevator to the ground floor and entered the gym. This was my opportunity; I had a membership to the gym so decided to go for a workout. I went through my routine, my mind not really on working out but in turmoil over what I was about to do. I conveniently finished my workout at the same time he did and headed into the locker-room to shower.

I took my clothes off slowly, watching him do the same out of the corner of my eye. He stripped off his muscle top revealing his back and chest, covered in sweat. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. I held my breath as he removed his jockstrap. He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower.

On his way past he turned his head in my direction and looked me over, making my heart pound so hard I could feel the blood rushing through my brain. I glanced at him, at his body, at his thick cock; I felt my own cock getting hard. I looked up, searching his expression for something to tell me that he wanted this, he's okay with it, and he knew what I wanted. He gave a half grin and a quick wink; he knew.

I started breathing again when I was sure he's well past me, I needed the support of the wall to remain standing, the lack of oxygen taking its toll. I finished undressing, grabbed my towel and went into the shower.

The steam from the hot shower swirled as he stood under the cascading water. He was leaning forward, his hands braced on the wall in front of him, his eyes closed.

I soaped and rinsed my body under the shower next to him. I turned to him, my body sliding up to him from behind, he knew what I wanted, and I knew what he needed.

Taking the soap, I lathered my hands before placing them on his shoulders. I began rubbing his hard muscles using small circles, starting at his neck and moving outwards along his shoulder blades and then down the outside of his arms - feeling and kneading the tight muscles of his triceps and biceps, and working my hands down his back.

My breathing became faster and louder. I slipped my hands to his front, circling his chest, my fingers stopping to pinch and caress his erect nipples. My fingers continued their downward exploration, soaping his hairy stomach, grazing his pubic hair as I fanned outwards to his hips. I knelt and continued to wash his body, running my hands down the back of his thighs, then up his inner thighs to the very top of his legs.

I stopped, breathing hard, still on my knees. I wanted him to turn around.

"Please," I whispered.

He turned to face me, looking down only once before leaning back against the shower wall, closing his eyes. My body jerked involuntarily, precum forming at the end of my swollen cock. He's as hard as I was, his breathing ragged, his chest heaving.

I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs before grasping his rounded ass cheeks and pulling his body towards me, letting my tongue snake out and lick the sensitive area on either side of his stiff cock. I refrained from touching his manhood, instead blowing hot breath over him, listening to his groans of longing. I licked my lips in anticipation when I saw his cock jerk and a small pearly drop of precum form at his slit.

Sliding slowly up his body I took a nipple into my mouth, nibbling the tiny bud until it was red and erect. I ran the flat of my tongue over his left nipple, my hands sliding across his muscled stomach, my fingers just grazing the drooling head of his cock.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I licked the tops of his thighs, my fingers sliding over his smooth ass, dipping inside his crack and finding his pleasure zone. I swiped my tongue along his shaft; lowering my head to take his firm balls into my mouth one by one, making them wet and making his cock secrete more precum. Again, I raised my head and ran my tongue along his shaft, making sure to lick his slit to taste his salty precum.

About every third journey, I took the head of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around the ridge before sucking him deep into my throat, swallowing, humming over his cock as I tried to milk his balls of his seed.

He groaned each time I took him fully in my mouth, trying to push himself further down my throat. Every time I rubbed his tight hole with my finger, he would grind back against my hand wanting to be filled. Continuing to suck him deep into my throat, I slipped first one, and then two fingers inside him, fingering his ass as he pushed back, pleasuring himself.

My God! This man had an incredible body and was sexy as f*ck. He began to moan and shake as I sucked his hard, wet dick faster and with greater urgency, building him to the point of release only to stop and start over again.

When enough was enough, he didn't have to say anything, he began to rock his hips, his hands fisted in my hair as I sucked and licked for all I was worth.

I didn't stop this time, instead I took him deeper and let him f*ck my face while I finger-f*cked his ass. Within seconds, I felt his balls tighten and I heard his sharp intake of breath, his cock thickened in my mouth and he went stock still before the first jet of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Groaning, he face f*cked me until every spurt of his seed had left his balls. I swallowed over and over as my mouth filled with his warm thick cum.

When he had finished shooting and his breathing returned to normal he pulled me to my feet and looked me in the eyes, a smile lighting his face. He leaned in then and kissed me, his tongue licking over my lips before entering my mouth.

"Thanks.", he whispered softly into my ear.

Watching him leave, I leaned back against the shower wall, my hand traveling across my chest, pinching my hard nipples. I ran my fingers down my stomach lightly before taking my swollen cock in my hand and began to stroke. Long, slow strokes at first, my cock slipping through my fist as I thought about what I had just done.

My movements became faster, harder, as my breathing quickened; I closed my eyes, my head against the tile. I knew it wouldn't take long, precum already dripped from my slit. My body began to shake; I jacked faster, a low groan escaped my mouth as I approached orgasm. I stiffened when it hit, my fist stopping mid stroke as the first jet of cum left my body. My eyes rolled back in my head and I began to jack again as I went over the cliff, opening my eyes briefly to see long ropes of cum hit the shower floor in front of me. When my orgasm subsided and I could focus again I rinsed my body in the hot water, then I too left the shower and returned to the locker room.

When I stepped out of that shower, I wasn't sure if I would return to the same life I had left or into a new one filled with change. I only knew I would see soon enough if I had crossed the line.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Yet Another Profile...

"I long to find him: tall, geeky, cute with a heart as BIG as his FEET and TOP! I'm looking for country walks, antique hunting, getting mucky in the garden, getting very, very naughty in bed and lots of cuddling in front of good movies. Oh, and lifelong love... if that exists (I believe it does). So send me a message if you are interested."

Interested? Anyone?

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Guilty Pleasure...

Honestly, could Matt possibly get any cuter than he already is?! Yes, the dog is cute too (especially the photo of it standing INSIDE the washing machine) but I do know who I'd rather cuddle up next to.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Boycott Sochi...

Regarding the whole gay rights and Sochi 2014 saga, I feel like I have to say something and here's my personal opinion.

I've always been a big fan of the Olympics and the last thing I want is to boycott and miss it. But at the same time I really don't wanna support Russia's disgusting anti-gay homophobic laws.

To me, the athletes have trained for years for the four-yearly event, so they deserve to go and compete, but with one condition - Each country should bring at least one rainbow flag to the games together with their own, or the athlete can make speeches on human rights and civil rights when receiving an Olympic medal, would be a much better idea to show Russia that hatred and bigotry is unacceptable.

Let's see if they'll all be thrown in jail since it's far better to go into the lion's den and flout our defiance in its face.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Break The Closet...

I KNEW IT. Thank God! Finally, my handsome prison breaking boyfriend Wentworth Miller decided to come out as a gay man on Wednesday when he put his thoughts on paper and shipped it out to St. Petersburg International Film Festival, declining an invitation as a 'guest of honour' because of his sexuality. The letter explained: 

" a gay man, I must decline. I am deeply troubled by the current attitude toward and treatment of gay men and women by the Russian government. The situation is in no way acceptable, and I cannot in good conscience participate in a celebratory occasion hosted by a country where people like myself are being systematically denied their basic right to live and love openly." 

Honestly, this is such a GREAT news! I'm SO proud of you Miller, and definitely deserve a round of APPLAUSE =]

Monday, August 19, 2013


The wait is over! Lady Gaga's Applause is finally completed with a music video, which reminds me of her Bad Romance video somehow...

Sunday, August 18, 2013


Guess what? Today is TMOP's seventh birthday. SEVEN! I have officially been blogging for SEVEN f*cking years! Can you believe that? Especially when so many of my favourite blogs have come and gone. Seven years is quite an accomplishment!

Did you know that seven years ago, Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr barely existed? YouTube had only been online for a year? Madonna was still married and touring her Confessions Tour? Gaga's fame was two year away from existing? And I was still in the closet?

Cher feat. Lady Gaga - The Greatest Thing

Anyway, what more can I say? You guys are THE GREATEST THING to me. Thank you so much for your continued support and your belief in TMOP. I must admit this blog has gotten less attention over the years, but it's still the only place I can come to when I wanna express my happiness, sadness, desires, hopes and many others, and I'll carry on no matter what gets thrown at me =]

Here's to year eight! Hip Hip Hooray XXX

Saturday, August 17, 2013

One Day To Go...

Just one day left so here's a small guilty treat for all your support for the past seven years! A word of warning: NEVER have sex on a picnic table. Enjoy =P

Friday, August 16, 2013

Two Days To Go...

Okay, I'm beginning to feel a little hurt here that no one is entering my blog anniversary competition. So come on guys, I know you can do better than this! Plus it would make me smile a whole lot =]

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Three Days To Go...

In three days time, TMOP will celebrate its EIGTH birthday and as part of the countdown celebration, I came up with a wild parlor game which will guarantee to blow your mind... So how adept are you at matching faces with the proper lower regions?

The first person who has the correct order will win a special gift from me so try your hand and see how well you score! You can submit your answers via email up to the closing date on August 18, 2013.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

My Applause To SF...

After spending ten quality days in San Francisco, I must admit there are SO much to love about the 7x7 city. The art and culture, the beach, the cable cars, the food and wine, the nightlife, the parks, the seals at Pier 39, but it's the San Franciscan that really captured my heart!

For many reason, I found the people super friendly, and their openess to LGBT people can be seen everywhere, from the biggest rainbow flag flying high in Castro to the gay couples bringing their children to play in a family park. I mean, it's like nowhere else I've ever seen!

Although I had to return for London, I think I do plan to return to SF in the near future =]

P.S. I also had a fab time in Vancouver and Las Vegas, just not as much as San Francisco!

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Back On British Soil...

And here's a collection of memory of my holiday for the past seventeen days in Vancouver, Las Vegas and San Francisco. What a WONDERFUL trip! And I'm seriously thinking to move to San Francisco!

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

It's Castro B*tch...

Hey guys, hope you are doing well without my presence and I'm just checking in to say my holiday has been one of the best experiences in a long time, especially when I'm reporting from the gay mecca, San Francisco! It's fun. It's fabulous. And it's definitely ONE-OF-A-KIND!